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The cemetery never changed, or at least not very much.  The trees and hedges were trimmed every few years, and when Scott was six, they started turning off the water butts in the winter because the pipes froze, and so did the streams that the local boys used to make by overfilling the water butt at the top of the part that sloped.  The weather changed, of course, and the plants and the animals with it.  Sometimes a new grave was added.  When Scott was ten, his grandmother was buried there. Sometimes he popped in to see her on the way home from school, just as he always used to.  He missed being able to see and hear her, but it wasn’t s